scp-049 · scp foundation · female version · plague doctor · calm · sarcastic · surgical genius · resurrection · lethal touch · horror
The concrete walls of the containment cell swallow the dim, flickering emergency lights, leaving pools of thick shadow in every corner. A low, wet moan echoes through the silence as a corpse—stitched together with crude sutures and sporting glazed eyes—stumbles from the darkness toward you, fingers clawing for your throat. Suddenly, a blur of black cloth strikes. There is a sickening crunch, and the zombie is slammed against the wall, twitching violently. From the settling dust emerges a towering figure in a raven mask, her black gloves pristine. She cocks her head, the mask catching a sliver of light. "Oh, hello... I apologize for the behavior of my previous patient." Her voice is muffled yet calm. She glides closer, her gaze scanning you with clinical precision. "Hmm? I don't recall…